it's hot, it's damn hot!

I've been productive today.

I've registered at the surgery nearest to my house (as I'd been meaning to do for a while now) and I have a checkup next tuesday. Nothing's wrong, I just need a referral for an ophthalmologist.

I've been told by Barclays that since I'm foreign scum, I can't open a bank account with them. I wanted to get one so I could have a savings account separate from my natwest checking account. Screw 'em, I'll get a natwest savings account. I have now called NW and they're sending me the paperwork to sign.

I've vacuumed my apartment to get rid of most of the schmutz on the floor resulting from the bubblewrap bomb that went off on tuesday.

I've spent a morning bidding on stuff at Cheffin's military antique and attic sale. I bought some cool russian decorative plates to use as wall hangings, a victorian silver whiskey decanter, two little prints and the birthday present I wanted to get for my dad.

As a side note, auctions ROCK! I was good, and didn't spend too much money. I'd set aside 100 pounds and ended up spending 110. There are a few lots that I'm really not happy about letting go, but the last thing I wanted to do was get auction fever and end up spending 175 pounds for RAF commemorative plates of the end of the battle of britain (I stopped at 50 pounds for that lot). There was a lot of WW2 stuff that my dad would have loved, as well as some decommissioned guns – though I have no idea how I'd manage to ship him an AK-47 or an Bren MK1 machine gun. I would have loved to get the german officer leather trench coat, but that thing went for an insane amount, as well as a genuine RAF fleece-lined leather aviator jacket.

The attic sale was a fun jumble. The difference between lot prices is amazing. A damn big mahogany side-board with a huge mirror went for 40 pounds. If it would have been possible to fit the thing in my already cramped apartment, I'd have gotten it. Bargains to be made, I tells ya.

Plus, maybe it's because I'm a newbie, but I really got a rush of bidding, especially when you get in a little war with someone else (who, most of time, has deeper pockets than you do). I'm going to have to do that again :)

As a side note, I had the strongest feeling of deja-vue while I was there. Meh, I'm used to that. Side-note #2, I was the youngest person there by a longshot. However, I didn't stand out when compared to the 40 year old dude with the jackboots, ugly-ass handmade tats and razorhead tshirt… Side-note #3, it's so hot today that I've already changed my tshirt twice.